we went all over los angeles, going into wealthy neighborhoods, knocking on doors, urging people to vote for bobby. and that evening the primary was over, bobby kennedy came up to me and said, "john, i'm going downstairs to make my victory statement. why don't you remain? " i was in his suite with his sister, several other individuals, the brother of medgar evers. and we listened to bobby, and he said, "on to chicago." and moments, minutes later, it was announced that he had been shot. dropped to the floor and cried and cried. i just wanted to get out of l.a. i got on a flight the next morning, flew to atlanta, and i think i cried all the way from l.a. to atlanta. and i came back to new york for the funeral. and before the funeral, i stood the night before as an honor guard with reverend ralph abernathy. then i rode the funeral train. the family asked me to ride with them from new york to washington. and someplace along the way, i felt that somehow, in some way, i had to try to pick up where dr. king and robert kennedy left off. these were my friends. these were my heroes. these were two